Chapter 2

Harper quickly discovered her account was frozen. Humiliated and furious, she called my parents, demanding answers.

My parents calmly told her to "come home."

At home, my parents, our lawyer, Mr. Davies, and I were waiting for her.

Half an hour later, Harper returned.

She burst through the door, yelling at us, "Who froze my account? That's *my* money! What gives you the right? Unfreeze it, now!"

I finally snapped. A stinging slap landed squarely on her face.

"You've been living the good life for too long, haven't you? You've forgotten your place. *Your* money? Maybe you need some fresh air to clear your head! What makes you think you can even say that?"

This was the first time she’d been hit since she came into our family, and by me, her sister, who usually doted on her the most.

She acted as if she’d suffered the greatest injustice, crying and screaming like she used to. "Dad, Mom, Chloe hit me! Aren't you going to do anything? Boo-hoo-hoo, it hurts so bad…"

In the past, whenever we had a disagreement, my parents would immediately defend her and scold me. "The older sister always gives in to the younger" was the unspoken rule in our house.

But this time, no one protected her.

Seeing my parents unmoved, she started throwing a tantrum. "Ugh, it hurts so much! If you're not going to help me, I'll just kill myself!"

She truly was spoiled rotten. In my previous life, *we* were the ones who had made a mistake.

When I was six, my parents took me to volunteer at an orphanage. That was the first time I saw her.

That day, we brought many toys and snacks. The other kids swarmed them, and she was pushed aside, into a corner.

Perhaps she was used to being bullied; she just watched quietly, not fighting, not crying, not fussing.

The things were quickly snatched up, and only an old toy violin remained, unwanted.

She timidly asked me, "Sister, can I have this?"

I asked her, "Why do you want it?"

She mimed playing the violin with her hands, stuttering, "It makes sounds… pretty sounds… I like it…"

"Of course you can!" I personally handed her the toy violin.

Her eyes, gleaming as if she'd found the greatest treasure, were both endearing and heartbreaking.

"Dad, Mom, I want her to be my sister, okay?"

My parents were touched, too, and unanimously decided to adopt her.

After a series of procedures, she officially became part of our family. She was five years old then.

I even gave her the name "Harper," hoping her future would be filled with joy.

For the next ten years, our whole family spoiled her like a princess.

To unearth her violin talent, my dad hired the best private tutors and created a comprehensive development plan.

My mom put her work aside and personally accompanied her to competitions around the world.

And for us to have companionship and to keep our studies in sync, my parents specifically had me, who was a year older, start school a year late…

Finally, she lived up to all expectations, receiving an early acceptance letter from Juilliard in her senior year, and achieving fame and success a few years later.

All those years of dedicated nurturing and companionship, I thought she had long since let go of her past. Yet, her obsession with her "birth parents" ran so deep.

Well, then, let's put an end to all of it today!